“Why don’t you put off the ocelot for a few weeks until we see how that goes? Ocelots do breed. Maybe you can change my mind.”
“I’m positive I can change your mind, love.” Victor said, radiating hope and happiness. “They’re brilliant majestic creatures, Summer, and with proper training an ocelot would be a great pet for us…me, I mean me.”
“Bit like you.” Her mouth twisted in a sideways smile. “You don’t have to have my permission.”